A Spuddle to St. Bees Island
I had a terrible loss at backgammon so when Bear suggested a spuddle over to St. Bees Island I said I would be ready in moments. I went to step into the bedroom just as Beez swayed and OH MY, I cracked my little toe so hard on the doorframe, it hurt too much to swear of cry, I hopped a bit and grabbed the cold flannel from the sink. The second thing to put me right wrong, right wrong I say. Out I hobbled to Baby Beez and off we went to Homestead Bay. All looked well from a distance.
Bear was met by Paul (one of the island’s four residents), as I lamely went up the beach. The line of ‘stones’ along the waterline is actually ash and lumps of burnt wood. Paul had been on the hooch - so early in the day and clearly has not been near a dentist in many a long year. The catamaran on the beach had been extremely fast, but as it only weighed a ton and a half, pitch-poled in the first heavy weather. Paul has taken her on as a project but misjudged the tides and she fell off her acro-supports. Our new friend lives rent free, for a few menial jobs in a ‘one careful owner’ caravan and wonders why no-one wants to pay $50 a day to rent the empty house a few feet away. We made our excuses as soon as we could and retreated back to Baby Beez, thoroughly fed up.
The next beach out on the left, had some rusty machinery so we headed to the sandy one opposite Beez.
Round the corner, up on a pristine sandy beach (save for a couple of beer bottles), we felt we could now begin a lovely afternoon bimble of St. Bees.
We walked over what we thought was a sand dune but it was actually a lagoon ‘wall’ seen at low tide.
Behind the sand wall was a huge basin, the far end covered in mangroves.
Standing in the back left corner, looking over at Keswick Island on the right.
Behind us a great tree root.
We watched a plane coming in to land.
Time to sit and ponder for a minute or two.
A chap came in to land beside us.
Bear gathered the anchor and homeward bound for a game or two.
I didn’t want to finish with my poor little toe, but I don’t ever recall seeing a blood blister in such a place on anyone I have ever known. My sad digit is twice the size and its amazing that such a small item can make so much pain. We’ll close now with Beez...........
ALL IN ALL PLEASED TO HAVE VISITED BUT DISAPPOINTED
AFTER READING THE RICH HISTORY OF THE ISLAND – RATHER SAD